The perpetual calendar is a mind of mechanical intelligence. Programmed to understand the erratic length of months and the quadrennial leap year, it will not need a manual adjustment until the year 2100 (a century-specific exception it knowingly ignores). It is a machine that comprehends the chaos of our calendar.
The minute repeater is the soul of acoustic artistry. Upon sliding a lever, a series of tiny hammers strike finely tuned gongs inside the case, chiming the time down to the minute. The sound is not loud; it is intimate, a secret melody meant for the wearer alone—a chime of hours, quarters, and minutes that resonates with the warmth of a cathedral bell.
